O PRAISE the Lord, for He is good, His mercies ne’er decay: That His kind favours ever last, Let thankful Zion say.
Their sense of His eternal love Let ransomed souls express: And that it never fails let all Who fear the Lord confess.
’Tis better far to trust in God, And have the Lord our Friend, Than on the greatest human power For safety to depend.
Joy fills the dwellings of the just, Whom God will save from harm: For wonders great are brought to pass By His almighty arm.
God will not suffer such to fall, But still prolongs their days, That by declaring all His works, They shall advance His praise.
Nahum Tate, 1652-1715